Fist of Fantasy

Chapter 306 Bookstore Chat

When Liang De returned to World Blue Star No. 415 on this shore, it happened to be twelve o'clock at noon.

Xiangbei City is located in the subtropical monsoon climate zone. Although it is not long before the beginning of summer, the weather has become a bit hot. The sunshine in the first ten days of May is not dazzling, but the focused reflection of the glass curtain walls of urban buildings occasionally dazzles the eyes of passers-by.

Liang De was shaken several times after he left Hongyelou apartment, but he didn't find it particularly annoying.

When he was in Lanxing’s hometown, he was already used to urban light pollution. Now, he has gone one step further, because having no hair has become an important part of light pollution, which hurts the eyes of innocent passers-by from time to time.

Since the existence of cities, all kinds of pollution have followed.

After Liang De became a warrior who was not afraid of pollution, he developed a sense of intimacy with the noise, smog, and strong light in the city. Every time he returned to Xiangbei City from another world, he couldn't help but take two more mouthfuls. Blue Star Air.

The air pollution in Xiangbei is not serious, far worse than the city where Liang De grew up. However, when he walked into the mountain back street where Yingxuetang Bookstore is located, the diesel engine exhaust from a distance still reminded him of his hometown.

He doesn't often think about things in his hometown. Although life revolving lanterns can read the soul memory at any time, it needs to consume the power of martial arts primordial spirit, especially computing power.

A specific soul memory is not there originally, and what is stored in the soul is not a complete linear memory, but a large pile of fragmented materials.

For example, the memory of color, memory of temperature, memory of touch, memory of smell, etc., every time you look through the past with the revolving lantern of life, you need to call up various materials for temporary construction, so that you can see the perfect soul memory.

Usually, most of his primordial computing power is deduced in the background of martial arts, constantly exploring the most suitable method of practice for him, and there are not many resources to use at will.

To draw a lottery in Zixingjieyuan's vending machine needs to reorganize the soul memory from beginning to end, so he hasn't even used the Zixing supernatural power of "returning light photography" for a long time. Xiuxian coffee and choking cigarettes.

He also rarely deliberately recalled the past, as if he was escaping from something.

But the familiar smell can always bring back some memory fragments of the past.

Although these fragments are not as perfect as the memory of the soul, those hazy pictures are also enough to touch people's hearts.

Liang De stopped in the crowd that had nothing to do with him, stood next to a stall selling pancakes and fruit, and closed his eyes.

He remembered that Xiaoshao'er had just entered junior high school at that time, and secretly took magnolia oil from the dressing table in the master bedroom to apply on his face from time to time.

The rest of the family knew about it, but they didn't talk about it.

On the way home from school, the two always encounter several diesel trucks pulling goods.

He and his sister were walking on the narrow sidewalk, and the hands of the clocks in the small shops on the street moved slowly. Every time he looked at it, it was a few minutes before six o'clock.

On the left is the smell of diesel exhaust and on the right is the smell of Olay.

He didn't need to look through his soul with the revolving lantern of life to remember clearly, those things seemed to happen yesterday.

Let the other personality find its way home and sleep until it's done?

How could he sleep.

Liang De stood on the road for a while, then suddenly opened his eyes and fluttered his nose exaggeratedly.

He looked seriously at the stall owner who was adding spicy sticks to the pancake fruit, and covered his chest with grief and said:

"You, how can you add spicy strips to pancake fruit?"

He approached the stall and found a bottle of salad dressing next to the round iron plate used for pancakes.

Liang De's face suddenly wrinkled into a ball, as if he couldn't breathe.

"There is also salad dressing. How can there be salad dressing in the pancake fruit? Can this be eaten?"

It's really bad manners, the cake will not be the cake!

The stall owner's aunt kept her hands on, and added two crispy pieces to the pancake fruit and cut them off with a scraper.

"If you add it, you can add it. Nowadays, young people like to eat spicy strips. There are also spicy strips in the cold noodles. It's not the same."

"Spicy strips shouldn't be added to the grilled cold noodles!"

How can today's young people do this!

The decline and distortion of traditional culture started from adding spicy strips to pancakes and cold noodles. If a nation loses its own culture, it means losing everything.

Liang De's burning sense of responsibility was hotter than the iron plate of the pancake at this moment.

"Sister, please make a price. I bought all the spicy strips and salad dressing you brought today."

"Okay."

The stall owner's aunt picked up the plastic basket containing spicy sticks, counted them and handed them to Liang De, saying:

"We count fifty together, and do you want chicken tenders?"

What, and chicken tenders? !

……

Yingxuetang Bookstore Xiangbei branch.

"Uncle Liang, you are back from a business trip."

Zhao Yuhan stood behind the cash register in a bookstore clerk apron and greeted him.

"I'm back, I'm back, Yuhan, you can't rest at noon while working here, it's too hard.

Have you had lunch yet? I brought you spicy strips. "

Liang De put a basket of spicy strips on the counter, suddenly thought of something, and said:

"It's not the weekend, why are you here to work?"

"Because of the incident with the White Lotus Evil God, the Evil Disaster Bureau gave me a suspension from school. Anyway, I have studied high school courses more than a dozen times, and I can just take the college entrance examination when the time comes."

Zhao Yuhan picked up the basket and blew a whistle, beckoning a few snowball-like chickadee painting spirits to come down from the screen to eat spicy sticks.

The girl deliberately hummed twice, and said to Liang De:

"So these spicy strips were not specially brought for me at all, Uncle Liang, you are so greasy."

Liang De coughed a few times, burying the last topic in his coughing.

"You're going to play around after school, why are you still working here.

You only think about working at a young age. Your situation is very dangerous.

Yuhan, a person's body and soul, there must always be one who does not work.

Been to Wuyue?Have you tried the authentic Guanwai Guobaoyou?Ever seen the sea?

Youth is fleeting, hurry up. "

Zhao Yuhan gently stroked the tit painting spirit, and said:

"I can meet a lot of active-duty magical girl sisters every day when I work here, and I can ask them all kinds of things about magical girls. Sister Zhixian will come to read books and eat snacks every day, which is much more interesting than traveling."

Liang De glanced at the reading area.

"Talking with you and almost forgetting about business, I'm going to find your Auntie Li first."

"Wait a moment."

Zhao Yuhan grabbed Liang De's cuff across the counter and said:

"Sister Zhixian and Sister Peihuan are chatting, Uncle Liang, please go there later."

"What the hell, I've seen it all.

The two were separated by a bookshelf, still back to back, one reading and the other drinking, without saying a word. "

"Uncle Liang."

Zhao Yuhan put his index finger on the tip of his nose, and whispered:

"Sometimes, chatting doesn't require talking."

　Dear friends, I overslept, let's start with a chapter.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)